Even after such a long time pa.s.sed, Lin Ming could see traces of battle all around him. These traces were not marked on the ground, but carved into the void.
Sword marks, cw marks, saber marks, fist prints, spear holes… all of these attacks had forcefully pierced through the Laws so that even though such a long time pa.s.sed, Lin Ming could still feel a fierce killing intent from them.
Some killing intent even stirred up wind and lightning and lingered with the energy of Laws, as if some G.o.d King were sitting up high.
Lin Ming even saw phantasmal illusions created by the overwhelming killing intent. He saw scenes of hundreds of millions of ancient race rulers rus.h.i.+ng ahead of trillions upon quadrillions of Holy Lords. Their killing intent manifested into blood dragons that cwed at the world.
Sighing deeply, Lin Ming walked alone. Slowly and steadily, he finally arrived at the center of the Eternal Wall.
This was the channel that led to the Dark Abyss.
And here, Lin Ming saw the first retively complete construction he had seen ever since he entered the Primeval Realm Ruins.
This was an altar!
From afar this altar was gray and gloomy, so broad that it was impossible to see the edges. It exuded an ancient solemnity, seeming as if it suppressed this entire world.
Even a corner towered into the skies, incomparably grand.
Although it was only an altar it possessed a sense of overruling all of creation, like a divine G.o.d looking down upon the world and peering into the past and future. It made one feel small, as if they couldn't help but y helpless before it.
However, when Lin Ming truly neared it, he discovered that this altar was in truth only a hundred feet high, as if everything he saw just then had been nothing but a mirage.
The altar was completely covered in the aura of chaos. Here, chains of divine iron ran haphazardly across its surface. There seemed to be True Dragons roaring from within these chains, True Phoenixes fpping their wings, Leviathans racing through the water… as if everything were contained within.
This altar had existed for innumerable years. Some parts had already toppled and some of the runes carved atop it had dimmed, no longer bright.
"An altar formed by star essence…"
Although Lin Ming had obtained some information from Famine's memories, when he saw this altar for himself, he couldn't help but sigh in praise.
To refine the essence from a star and then cast it into an altar. Only a small amount of essence could be extracted from a star, and to make this sort of altar it was unknown how many stars had to be used. Moreover, extracting the essence of a star was as difficult as ascending to the heavens. Even a True Divinity would find it difficult to do.
However, when star essence was refined, it could exist for a time even longer than the stars themselves. It could st for billions of years without fading, immortal and eternal.
Lin Ming's eyes skimmed over the altar and looked within it.
A bronze temple was erected at the middle of the altar. It was incomparably ancient, with rust overpping it like scales.
Many areas had hollows. These were fist marks, sword marks, saber marks…
In the depth of this temple, Lin Ming saw a skeleton. This skeleton was different from those scattered outside. This one was entirely complete and s.h.i.+mmered like carved crystal. Like a piece of art made of the finest jade, there wasn't a single fw in it.
This skeleton was stood in a standing position. Its hands were pressed together, its ten fingers grasping each other, pced against its chest, as if it were praying.
It was hard to imagine that such a skeleton could maintain such form without colpsing over such a long time.
Seeing this skeleton, Lin Ming was shocked. Who… just whose skeleton was this? Why was it preserved in such a complete state?